fuck the world, only god can judge me!

Some day’s are just like any others,
it’s like my life is an boring pop song and everyone is singing along.
I keep looking for danger and pain,
but there is no one who listens to my explain.
I never lived my life so boring before,
it’s like I’m the only one who doesn’t adore.
I cut little stars to feel better,
but I am the only one who doesn’t really matter.
I don’t look at the future any longer,
I still hope that will make me stronger.
Nowhere on the world is something I’ll never think is boring,
it’s like that’s just an stupid belonging.
I’ve got the devil in my blood,
that’s why cutting feels so damn good.
There is nothing I regret,
but I know that’s just bad.
I don’t believe in anything but me,
just because that’s what I can see.
There is one thing I believe in that’s been told,
screw this whole fucking world!

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